She smiled waiting for her reveal, “That’s my dad. We have sex,” she closed eyes, the booze was fueling her, “Gooood sex. I want to tell you a story.”
I was mortified. I looked around the room as word spread of what she said. The chattering crowd slowly got silent.
“What? Her dad?” a woman said, “No…that’s…no way.”
“I was dancing naked one time,” my daughter muttered as the pleasure grew, “And he snuck up on me and put his cock in me. He didn’t ask first. He raped me.”
A collection of groans and voiced disgust came across the room. Some of the women, probably mothers, shot daggers at me. “What the fuck…” someone near me muttered. Another onlooker whispered that they could see the resemblance in our faces.
She turned her head back, eyes wide, looking at me “But I loved it. Ooohhh, he was good.”
The man bottomed out in her, and as she made eye contact with me, her face contorted and she squeaked a bit. I was feeling betrayed.
“But what he didn’t know,” she said to a captivated room as she stared into my eyes, “That he made his baby in me. And I was pregnant, with my dad’s baby.”
I heard a gasp or two. One woman blurted “Ohhhh, oh god…”
I felt dead inside.
“I took my abortion pill, like a good little girl. Because having your father’s baby is wrong. And he nursed me back to health the day I spent aborting our child, isn’t that sweet?” she said, smiling at her lover. He didn’t care at all about the words coming out of her mouth. He was stoned on lust.
“Fed me soup, made sure I took my medicine. He was a good dad.”
I found the courage to look up. The women were really ready to kill me now. Sarah took me by the back of the head and kissed me. I grabbed her breast in some misplaced attempt to show my regret and compassion for her. A woman groaned in disgust, while a man who was frantically jerking himself next to me muttered, “Hell yea…”
Her lover bottomed out in her again. She withdrew from me and cried out. She turned to him as her body humped against mine. I felt a sense of loss as she became enthralled with him again.
“Would you rape your daughter?” she asked her lover.
“Uhhngh, naw.”
She smiled, “Would you make a baby in your daughter?”
He shook his head while his eyes were closed. I knew the tight, warm heaven he had wrapped around his cock.
“Mmmm, you’re a good man. You’re a good dad. I only want a baby from good dads.”
She tilted her head back to me as my chest absorbed the stranger who was humping her with his unprotected cock.
“Put your hand on my tummy. And cup his balls,” she whispered.
“What?” I said…I’d never touched another man in that way before.
“Do it. Or I tell them your name. Our address.”
She wanted to humiliate me. She wanted me to feel as another man’s sperm pumped into her. I leaned out of my perch, reached over, and grabbed him. Though I didn’t make eye contact, he didn’t even flinch. He took her lead and started to pump as hard as he could. I could literally feel his balls tense as he quickened.
“My dad says you can make his grandchild. Unnngghh….he’s giving us…. his blessing.”
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